User blog comment:Llamao/Embrace of the Viper/@comment-3474228-20110611031840

An aura of success surrounds the mountain of Salamandastron. It is a good day for Garond the Claw, but not so much for the Long Patrol of the once great stronghold of badger lords. The beautiful skies are stained red by the defeat and sorrow of lost comrades.

With the blood of the former badger lord and lady still on his abnormally long claws, Garond the Claw sits on the throne of badger lords, scratching his chin as he looks about at the magnificence and grandeur of the interior of the mountain.

With all arrow slits and openings in the side of the mountain closed up and the front entrance completely sealed and triple-barred, the mountain is immune to any attacks from outside. However, with the massacre that has just taken place, retaliation is doubtful.

Garond stands up and calls a soldier to him while looking down at his prized claws. "How many of the hares escaped." The guard salutes. "No more'n twoscore, Lord. We showed 'em, hah!" Garond silences the guard and continues talking. "Twoscore, eh?" The guard nods. "Aye, twoscore...think we should follow an' kill 'em?"

Garond shakes his head slowly. "No. Let them live with the pain that comes with the death of their comrades. They have honor. They will try to avenge the losses. But we shall crush them again and again, the fools." Then, the respected wildcat lord takes a dagger from a nearby table and begins lightly tapping his claws.

This gives the guard the signal to leave. Saluting, he walks off, joining his mates at a table in the mess hall, who are drinking grog and celebrating yet another victory under the command of their fearless warlord and their sheer power in numbers.